• Emerson in the Sierra foothills New Year

    by  • January 1, 2012 • Sierra Foothills, Something different, Winter • 4 Comments

    “In the woods.., a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough , and at what period soever of life, is always a child.  In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years.

    The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable.  I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and yet is not unknown. Its effect is like that of a higher thought or a better emotion coming over me, when I deemed I was thinking justly or doing right.”

     — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

    Happy New Year!

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    Sue Langley, a passionate gardener and photographer lives and gardens with her husband and Corgi, Maggie on 7 acres just south of Yosemite, Zone 7 at 3000 feet. She also manages the Flea Market Gardening Facebook page and website.

    4 Responses to Emerson in the Sierra foothills New Year

    1. January 1, 2012 at 6:42 pm

      What a great thing to post to begin the new year. Best wishes…

    2. January 1, 2012 at 6:42 pm

      What a great thing to post to begin the new year. Best wishes…

    3. January 2, 2012 at 7:38 am

      Thanks, Mouse! I love the concept that when you’re out in the woods you become a child and innocent. The line, “an occult relation between man and the vegetable” perfectly describes the hidden pull the plants have over me. Its the secret power that makes my drive automatically drive into the local nursery parking lot.

    4. January 2, 2012 at 7:38 am

      Thanks, Mouse! I love the concept that when you’re out in the woods you become a child and innocent. The line, “an occult relation between man and the vegetable” perfectly describes the hidden pull the plants have over me. Its the secret power that makes my drive automatically drive into the local nursery parking lot.

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